by Malia Kleinman Perkal (TelAviv)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
When I remember my tormented Jewish neighborhood in the shtetl Jadow, I see first my fatherandmother, my sisters and my brothers. My father, Simcha Perkal, was the son of Motl Shoichet [ritual slaughterer] from Vengrow. When he was a young man he studied in the Yeshiva and later with the Gur Hasidim. In 1910 my father moved to Jadow and lived a clean and honest life, never complained, never cheated, offended no one just followed the path that God had commanded.
My mother, Tzipora Perkal nee Potashnik, daughter of Leibush Potashnik (Rachel Schiyes) excelled in her honest and modest life and her warm heart in relation to people. With a constant smile on her lips, she was always ready to lend money, even if it was her last few Zloti, in order to help a needy small businessman to buy some ware for his trade.
My town Jadow deserved to be proud of its Jewish life in all respects: a socialistoriented youth, various parties, leftist Po'aleiZion, a NeedleUnion (led by communists), the sports organization BEITAR under the leadership of Berke Branstein, the Tarbut School, the General Zionists Organization and the Hasidic shtiblech (synagogues).
I cherish the memory of the beautiful activity of Po'aleiZion Left in the twenties and the thirties. I worked at the time for the party with my friends, with whom I have grown up together: Yochanan Finkelman, Feige Rosenberg, Shmuel Grinberg, Motl Gzhende (today in Canada), Leibel Spieler, Chana Slodash, Reizel Feldman and other devoted members.
Po'aleiZion Left possessed a rich library full of books. The librarian was Shifra Bass. The party had a Drama Circle, led by Leibel Fyerowitz. I also remember the
|Po'aleiZion Left Organization in Jadow|
hardworking Jews, who had to struggle for their daily loaf of bread: the wagondrivers Moshe Denak, David Gorbarski (Pletzel), Sender the lame, Shimon Gzhende, all pulling their wagons day and night, in rain and frost, taking to the train station merchants and regular passengers who were going to Warsaw.
The Farmers Rebellion in 1927
It happened on a beautiful summer day, a Wednesday, the weekly marketday, when many farmers with wagons full of grain streamed into town from all sides, and others came on foot leading their horses and cattle for sale.
Before entering town, the farmers began to gather and prepared a mutiny: they refused to pay the gatetax that was managed by Jews. The farmers argued that the tax was too high. They soon advanced, armed by sticks. The police were aware that the members of the AntiSemitic party Narodna Demokracia were the instigators of the opposition to the tax, only because the taxcollection was in Jewish hands, although the Jews had received an official license from the town authorities.
The police, who were prepared for the farmers' rebellion, positioned policemen at all entrances to town and disarmed the farmers.
This conduct of the police enraged the farmers and they began fighting with the policemen. They grabbed whatever weapon they could and attacked first the policemen then the police headquarters in town, and wrecked the rooms. The police called the Staroste [chief] in Radzimin for help and advice, asking him how to deal with the rebels. In an hour, a carful of policemen arrived, headed by their commandant. The farmers had almost occupied the entire town.
The policemen from both towns, Radzimin and Jadow, took positions in an empty building near the firefighters' headquarters and opened riflefire on the farmers. Soon dead and wounded were lying on the ground. Moshe Shemendik, the regular collector of the gatetax, very quickly fled from the place and only by a miracle several Jews suffered only a few blows.
After the firing subsided, the farmers jumped on their wagons and, whipping the horses over their heads hurried to leave town. In a few minutes all was calm again.
These are the memories that remained imprinted in my heart; other memories from my home and my neighborhood are veiled by the shadow of mourning and sadness. My beloved father and mother, my brothers and sisters suffered and perished with the six million Jews. We were seven children, I alone survived.
The question must be asked: where were my father's prayers, when he walked his last road? Or were the Heavens shut?
This deep sorrow will never leave me. The deep wound in my heart will never heal.
by Shalom Blyashke (NewYork)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
It seems as it was just yesterday the way the Shtetl Jadow is fresh in my memory, the town where I was born and raised and where I spent the best part of my young life. We all felt close and friendly since the days of our childhood. Although the years were filled with the usual daily worries and all were struggling for mere existence, we were still very happy and joyful. The town was unique, full of beautiful natural sights, and enjoyed a rich Jewish social life: political parties, youth organizations, schools, prayer houses and Hasidic shtiblech.
Factories were nonexistent in Jadow, and most professional occupations were closed to Jews. So a young Jew became an apprentice of a tailor, a shoemaker, a tinsmith. In most cases, learning the profession although it was not easy and it lasted several years was pleasant: the feeling of togetherness among the professionals and the apprentices in the workshop, the noise of the sewing machines, the thumping of the hammers, the popular working songs and the beautiful Hassidic tunes that were sung from time to time…
When they became fullfledged craftsmen, most of them had become friends. They knew each other closely, unlike in the big cities where the relationship between boss and worker was cold and distant. The master was a qualified professional craftsman who had two or three workers and the relations were friendly and close. The workers were organized in professional unions, and when they asked for a raise, sometimes even following a strike, their demands were met.
The Union was concerned with the spiritual and cultural needs of the members as well. They had a library and a drama group (to which I belonged).
The rehearsals, held in private homes, served also as meeting places for young men and women and often turned into a joyous party where everybody had a good time. No salaries were paid for the performances; the profits from the tickets were use to buy books and pay the rent and other expenses.
|A theater performance of the Drama Group in the Tarbut Hall.|
The Tarbut Society also had a drama group and often we had joint performances.
Matel Rawinska, member of Hashomer Hatza'ir movement, took part in one of the plays. At a certain point in the play she had to pronounce the words he does love me in a happy and assertive way however it came out with a clear question mark. She tried again and again to no avail, until an old man in the audience lost his patience and cried out loud: She was such a nice girl and now, poor soul, she has become crazy because of this threater.
The religious life in town was very active. The young men, who were mostly nonobservant, when they married and each became a head of a household went back to the synagogue and prayed with the rest of the community, because it wasn't respectable to do otherwise.
The religious Jews in the community celebrated many joyous occasions and the entire town participated. I remember when the community completed the writing of a Torah Scroll with great festivity. Old and young gathered in the market place and danced with the Torah with delight; the parade advancing toward the synagogue was accompanied by actors dressed in special costumes; Dudl (David), Leibel Tsalkes' soninlaw, who had been a cavalryman in the army, organized a group of riders; cake and brandy was served along the way. It was a happy and joyous day that continued until midnight.
|R'Yakov David Perlmutter
a Jadow Balebos [respected man, lit. houseowner]
The Hol Hamoed days [intermediate days of the Pesach and Sukkot holidays] were particularly joyful: the arrival of many guests in town, the fresh friendships between young boys and girls, the spring holidays Pesach and Shavuot all this filled the town with joy, overflowing into the woods and the green fields.
All this Jewish life exists no more. We shall remember it forever.
by Yakov Minski (NewYork)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
My hometown Jadow, although very small and remote, has left a deep impression on my soul. A deep longing persisted, a longing for my childhood and adolescent years, a longing for the simple and warmhearted Jews, who were so cruelly eliminated by the Germans.
I don't know when Jadow became a town and when the first Jews settled there probably in the second half of the 18th century. Jadow was then part of the estates of Graf Zamaiski, who had a good relationship with the Jews. There are no reports about persecutions in Jadow at that time; Jews lived in peace in town and traded with the peasants, who showed no hostility towards the believers in the old religion. In general, Jewish life in town during the 19th century flowed peacefully, without serious trouble.
My greatgrandfathers R'Moshe and R'Zelig Grinberg were employees of the nobleman, the estateowner. Other Jews had taverns, or were in the lumber trade the Jadow region was blessed with woods.
The figures of the rabbis, the religious leaders of the Jadow Jews, remained etched in my memory: R'Leibale the rabbi of Dubienka, the Rav R'Israel Leimanowitz and the Niesewzer rabbi, who perished with his entire family. I want to mention also other dear Jews: my grandfather R'Yitzhak Mordechai, R'Moshe Rawinski, R'Yeshaya Farber, R'Yechiel Charinovski, Leibale Schiyes, Tzalke the mohel [circumcisor], R'Yochanan, R'Zalman, R'Yerachmiel Pravda and R'Avraham Ber Hoffman.
From the First World War I remember in particular
|Berl Bronstein (Kizhak)' his wife and their two sons|
the year 1917. Young men from other towns arrived and were taken by the welltodo Jadowers as husbands for their beautiful daughters. After the weddings, they became sonsinlaw on kest and students of the Bet Hamidrash [house of learning].
However, they almost never finished the kest term. Most young men began looking for more lucrative occupations: they went to the villages, set up a stand in the market, or traded in furniture, drygoods or tools. Some of them became teachers. Very seldom one of the young men became a craftsman. Among them were very kind young people my dear friends Meir Chaim Berls, Avraham Leizer Radzinski and and David the anvil. In winter days, when we came before dawn to our class in the Old Bet Hamidrash to study the daily page (of the Talmud), Avner the housepainter was already there. He had already read his Tehillim [Psalms] and would get ready for the morning prayer.
During the summer we moved our class to the New Bet Hamidrash, where the Jewish laborers came to the early Minyan.
We studied every day, except when there was a fair in town, or when we had to travel. We would discuss the matters studied, sometimes even argue loudly, but it was always an argument for the sake of understanding the material studied [lit. an argument for the sake of Heaven]. Some of the Jadow young men who would come to study were very religious and honest, like the brothers Shmuel and Yechezkel Rosenbaum, Kopel Berman and Shmuel Lichtblum (now in Israel). Among them were some real prodigies, very diligent in their Torah study: SimchaJonah Finkelman's grandson, Leibel Yedwovnik and Motl Yerachmiels, brother of our dear friend who lives in America Hinda Lakyetch.
After World War I, with the establishment of Independent Poland, the situation in the shtetlach deteriorated. AntiSemitism spread and Jews began to lose their livelihood. Soon came the Grabski decrees and the merciless taxes, and the Jadow Jews lived in poverty. The romantic era in Jadow was over.
|Yankel Bronstein, a Jadow welltodo Jew [lit. houseowner]|
by Chaim Neta Perlmutter (BatYam)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
The Alexander Stiebel was in the house of R'Feivele Gzhenda, the old melamed [Torah teacher]. All week R'Feivele learned with the children, on Shabat the heder, in R'Yechezkel Biderman's house, was converted into a Hassidic shtiebel. The Hassidim were among the greatest learners in town: R'Leibish Potashnik, R'Leibel Gelbard, ShmuelShalom Zlotkovski, R'YehudaYakov Winograd, R'Yehoshua Askala, R'Yidel Kitzkovski, R'ShlomoZalman Fjorawitz and R'AvrahamMoshe Guttman (Avraham Moishele the melamed).
Here is what once happened in one of the Hassidic stiebels:
As is well known, the readings of the Torah at the Sabbath Morning Prayer were symbolically sold to the persons called to the Torah, and the payments were made during the week. The money was used for the maintenance of the shtiebel: rent, the shaleshides [the third Sabbath meal] in the afternoon, wine for havdala and so on. However, those debts were not always paid on time, and to ensure payment, the gabbay [synagogue treasurer] would often confiscate the prayershawls after the Sabbath prayer was over and return them during the week only after the debt was paid.
Once, the gabbay R'Israel Potashnik performed this procedure. All men willingly gave up their shawls. Only one, R'Naftali Schidlowitz the leather merchant stubbornly refused he will not part with his prayer shawl! It was decided to take it from him by force, and when R'Israel saw that the entire congregation began to advance toward him, he began calling in a loud voice: Help! I'm being robbed! Help, robbers, bandits!
The Enmity between two Bookkeepers
The Jadow Jews had two banks and an Interestfree Loan Fund. The bookkeeper of the First People'sBank was R'Yakov Schidlowitz and the bookkeeper of the Second Merchants' Bank was R'AvrahamLeizer Radzinski. He was the soninlaw of the Gites family, who originated in the Sileve village, 6 kilometers from Jadow.
Both bookkeepers prayed in the Alexander shtiebel and both hated each other. Avraham Leizer Radzinski was the reader of the Torah during Sabbath prayer and Yakov Shidlowitz liked to buy the sections of the Torah Portion that were most honored; in this context they often found a reason to quarrel. Sometimes it was not easy to calm them down.
And so they lived through the whole year hating each other. On the eve of Yom Kippur they reconciled and made peace, and after Yom Kippur they became enemies again.
He Missed a Mitzva
In 1938, my father, R'Yakov Perlmutter, became ill and was several weeks in bed. Dr. Wishnievski came often to see him. Once, on a Sabbath, my father had a bad attack, it seemed that it was his liver. The doctor came and ordered to prepare hot water. I knew it was Sabbath and it was forbidden to light a fire; but saving a life overrides the rules of the Sabbath [pikuach nefesh doche Shabat], so I lit the stove and boiled some water.
In the house next to ours lived R'Leibel, the Warsaw baker's soninlaw. He was a Jew with a small beard and long sidecurls, a Chasid of Uman (we used to call them dead Chasidim), a very pious person. In his youth he had been a very hot, active communist, but later, out of conviction he turned into a very, very religious Jew.
When R'Leibel heard that the doctor ordered to prepare hot water in order to save the life of a sick man, he came running: he wanted to perform the mitzvah [commandment] of lighting a fire on Sabbath and save a life!
When he heard that I had already prepared hot water, he cried out loudly, in real pain: Oy, I was too late, I missed a mitzvah, an opportunity of once in a lifetime!
by Sam Greenstone (New York)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
My little Yiddish Shtetele Jadow, I am far away from you. I have established my second home in the sated, contented America, but I never ceased thinking of my first home in Jadow, where I spent my childhood years in the words of the well-known folk-song.
Most of Jadow Jews were poor, always troubled with livelihood worries. There were families who went to bed hungry, only the Kri'at Shema the prayer at bedtime keeping them company. Yet, even in this situation the shtetl produced liberation dreamers, who dreamed of the deliverance of the Jewish people.
The pogrom in the far away Kishinew in 1903 far in space and time was still painful to Jewish Jadow. When the terrible news reached the town, everything stopped, as if petrified: the tailor put down his scissors, the cobblers left their little workshops and the grocers their shops and with bowed heads all went to the synagogue. Hurting and weeping they recited chapters from the Book of Psalms, protesting against the pogroms in the dark land of the Czars.
Among the victims of the gruesome Russian rulers were Jews from Jadow as well. Some were arrested and exiled to Siberia I remember them well: Shlomo Jona's, Finkelman, Yechiel, Heshel Weinstock, Motl Goodman, Tzolke Greenberg-Platkavers, Chaim the son of the barber-surgeon, Yankel Lewitch, Shlomo Yedvobnik, Yakov Esther-Beile's and others, whose names I cannot remember.
The Jadow victims, who gave their lives for Freedom, sadly did not achieve freedom for their fellow Jews.
Instead, the dark German-Nazi era of slavery began, their aim being the annihilation of the entire Jewish people. With the six million tormented and murdered by the Germans, perished Jewish Jadow.
Our consolation: From the tragic experiences, like a ray of light in the pre-dawn darkness, the State of Israel emerged. The two-thousand-year old dream of the Jewish people became reality. After so much suffering and so many victims let us uphold, with all our might and devotion, this consolation and comfort: the dream that came true the State of Israel.
by Berl Glickman (Tel Aviv)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
My Jewish home in Jadow was erased from the face of the earth by the wild Germans. But in my memory, in my heart and my soul my Jewish home is still living. It grows suddenly before my eyes, like an old oak with deep roots and large spread-out branches until the cursed axe of the horrible German cut it down and it became a ruin.
In front of my eyes my childhood years come alive: Polish elementary school and at the same time the Heder with the melamed R'Feivel. In the Heder we absorbed the traditions of our nation, the social laws of our Torah and the longing for Zion. Rabbi Feivel is etched in my memory as a true proud Jew. His serious attitude toward his pupils was for us like the first rays that were to light our future road.
My mother Feige Pearl was a seamstress. She employed young girls, Jewish and Christian, from Jadow and from surrounding villages. She did not discriminate between Jews and Christians. What was important to her was the person's character and behavior, and she treated the girls with warmth and devotion. She shared their problems and troubles and helped them as much as she could. There was complete harmony between her, the boss and her workers.
Some of her girls felt the need to consult with my mother even concerning intimate matters and to trust her with personal secrets and even after they married, their friendship was not cut off. In those times, such conduct between employer and employees was indeed rare.
My mother's earnings provided a livelihood for 9 persons. Her main purpose in life was to give her children an education and a profession; she invested in that a great effort and much work. She understood and believed that a person must have an occupation, in order to be able to lead an independent life. This aim my mother has achieved.
At the age of 15, my older brother Leibel left home and went to Warsaw to acquire a profession, at the same time studying the Hebrew language as a preparation for the Aliya to Eretz Israel. He devoted much time to Zionist work; unfortunately he has not achieved his goal My other brother, Chaim, followed in the path of the older brother. Al of us siblings were committed to the Zionist idea and our objective was Zion. The German plan of the final solution for the Jews marked the end of our large family: almost all perished by horrible deaths. Only my sister Lea and I have survived.
I was deeply moved by the warm welcome for my wife, who visited New York in 1960. The visit was arranged by the Jadow Committee and its president Nechemia zl. The Jadow Landsleit welcomed with great joy the news that Feige Pearl's daughter-in-law is visiting the United States. For me as well, it was a ray of light that dispersed the dark shadows that had accompanied me since the German afflictions.
by Zvi Stutchka (Ramat-Gan)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
We do not have exact information about the time the Jadow Jewish Community began its existence as an organized and independent institution. But there is no doubt about the fact that in the first quarter of the 19th century Jadow already was a so-called Dazor Buzhnitchy Synagogue Administration in those days the official legal name of general Jewish activity.
It is an accepted historical fact, that in every town or village in Poland where a number of Jews settled, they built a synagogue and obviously arranged care-taking and supervision over it. This type of management was called Dazor Buzhnitchy and the leaders of the community were called Dazares.
In 1827, as mentioned in the Introduction, 48 Jews lived in Jadow and 30 years later 331. It is clear from the records that by that time a community leadership already existed: 4 Dazares, who were religious Jews.
This system of community leadership functioned until the end of WWI, when the government of Independent Poland issued the decree whereby the leaders of the Jewish religious community will be elected by the Jews, who pay the community taxes.
The budget was modest, coming mainly from the community tax and the slaughtering tax. The community paid the salaries of the rabbi and the shochet [slaughterer] and maintained the religious institutions synagogue, Bet-Midrash [study-house] and the Welcoming Guests Society (free accommodation for guests). The income from the Hevra Kadisha [burial society] was used to maintain the cemetery and its related needs. The leaders of the community were: Aharon Gedanke, Mendel Chrinowietzki, Shmuel Chaim Frieder and Leibel Weinsaft.
According to the new laws in Independent Poland, the elections of the community members
were conducted officially, with the participation of the entire Jewish population. The Jadow Jews held the first elections, but there was no great change in the leadership of the community: Aharon Gedanke, Mendel Chrinowietzki, Shmuel Chaim Frieder and Meir Altenberg. This leadership lasted until 1930. With the increased activity of the Jewish political parties, the tendency was to enlarge the community leadership, proportionally to the size of the parties.
As a result of the elections that followed, the community leadership comprised 8 members. Three were from the Aguda: Mendel Chrinowietzki, Aharon Gedanke and Leibel Weinsaft, four from the General Zionists: Yidel Rosenberg, Moshe Mayerowitz, Shmuel Hoffman, Meir Henzel, and from the laborers was Mordechai Zlatovski. The office of the Community was at the home of the secretary, Shlomo Goldfinger.
The Polish authorities have not allowed Jewish participation in the municipal organs. In fact the Jews were a majority in Jadow, but the authorities included in the township the surrounding villages as well and so they became a minority and had no representation in the municipal council. From time to time, when a matter concerning the Jews was on the agenda, the Council invited to the deliberations a Jewish representative, in the person of Avraham Yitzhak Mayerowitz. The birth records and other administrative Jewish matters were managed by the community.
In 1928 a Workers Union was established. The management consisted of Mordechai Zlatovski, Yidel Koptzel, Yerachmiel Chrinowietzki and Noah Guttman. The Workers Union defended the Jewish workers against Anti-Semitic laws concerning Jewish craftsmen.
The Union had a Free-of-Interest Loan Fund to assist the needy craftsmen.
The Aguda organization's center of activity was the Shtiebel [prayer house] of the Gur Hassidim. The Aguda had a great influence on the religious Jews of Jadow. Among others, they opened a Beit Yaakov School for Girls. The leaders of the organization were Leibel Weinsaft, Asher Penyashek, Joseph Dittman and others.
The General Zionists Organization existed since 1915. Between the two World Wars, various factions formed in the organization, the largest being the Yitzhak Greenboim group. In 1924, a group of young people separated from this faction and founded the Hechalutz, led by Shimon Salzman, Shmuel Hoffman, Yechezkel and Shmuel Rosenbaum, Shmuel Lichtblum and others.
In 1928, another group separated and established the Hashomer Hatza'ir.
The Jewish Saltis
In order to maintain contact with the Jewish population, the municipal authorities appointed Itche Grinberg as a special liaison officer, the Shtetl's Saltis. His function was administrative, without any effect on the town affairs. He was a simple Jew, had a large yard with little houses in it, which he rented to poor Jews. He earned his livelihood from the rent and by selling his garbage to the peasants; poverty was looming in his courtyard all year around.
In 1905, the spirit of revolutionary activity reached Jadow as well. A group of workers was created, and agitators from the big cities came to recruit members to the revolutionary movement.
They held their meetings in the home of Baruch Jedwobnik, who was nicknamed Butche Caesar.
The group became known as the strikers. Their assignment was to acquire money, even by threats, in order to buy weapons. The agitators would come to the synagogues at the time of prayer and force the people to listen to their revolutionary sermons. The agitators were: Hershel Jedwobnik, Yakov Levitch, Hershel Weinstock, Max Goodman, David Pop, Shloimele Gzhedne (Good Sabbath) and others.
by Shepsel Khrinovitzki (Bat-Yam)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
Several villages were located around Jadow, and the Jewish families who lived there were strongly connected, until the last minutes of their lives, to the Jadow Jewish community. At the South of Jadow were located the villages Silewa, Viewka, Rivna. Jewish families lived for many years in these three villages; they made their living by various occupations: cobblers, tailors, house-painters, grocers, merchants and leaseholders in the noblemen's estates.
In religious matters, the village-Jews were united through joint employment of melamdim [Torah teachers] for their children and cantors for the High Holidays. In the last few years before the war, hatred toward Jews increased greatly: stones were thrown at the windows of Jewish houses and hooligans attacked Jews in the streets.
The Jews in the villages were not rich; they had many children and their living conditions were difficult. The adolescents sought connections with the more organized youth in the shtetl, and this had a strong cultural and social effect on their life-experience. The adults maintained and strengthened their relations with the Jadow community.
The difficult living conditions of the village-Jews often caused disputes between them for example while trying to buy a calf or to acquire rights of a milk farm, or simply to get hired for daily work at one of the local farms. Often the dispute broke out in harsh words, mostly at the Sabbath Morning Prayer or at the reading of the Torah Portion. The dispute was then brought before the Rabbi, who would order them to pay a fine as punishment. Sometimes the rabbi ordered to remove the Torah Scroll from the synagogue for a certain time; this was the gravest punishment.
Life was not easy for children in the village. The poorer families had many children, who early in their lives had to help earning the daily bread. Half barefoot, they often had to carry buckets full of milk or do other work, missing school and study. When the situation of the Jews in town worsened, the Jews in the villages suffered as well. The anti-Semites pursued the village-Jews and many families left and moved to the shtetl.
When the war broke out and the Jews of Jadow were sent to the ghetto, the Jews from the villages were sent with them, and they all perished together. The fact, that the village-Jews had many friends and acquaintances among the peasants with whom they had lived for generations, didn't help at all. The so-called friends very soon joined the enemy and many of them helped in the annihilation of the Jewish community.
In our home lived: our father, our step-mother, three brothers and a sister. They had been very friendly with the peasants. The brothers and the sister went to the village school together with the peasants' children and spent with them their entire lives. Yet they found no place to hide, and all perished. In that region, none of the peasants could boast that they helped save the Jews.
by Avraham Potashnik (Tel Aviv)
Translated by Yocheved Klausner
My father Leibish Potashnik, the son of Rav Aharon Zev, who was Rav in the shtetlach Shemnik, Nadorzhin and Dobre, was ordained as Rav at the age of 18 by 18 rabbis. However he has not officiated as rabbi: he owned a grocery store, which was managed by my mother Rachel and later she was helped by the grown daughters. R'Leib spent his time studying Torah and worshipping God. At times he would choose some of the best students and study with them Talmud and Codifiers.
Father had promised his father with a handshake not to serve as rabbi: only in case
|Rachel Potashnik||Leibish Potashnik|
the local officiating rabbi was out of town, would he be allowed to make decisions concerning matters of law and pass sentence. Many people in town engaged him as arbiter, to solve disputes and conflicts.
In 1913, a tragedy befell our family: On Yom-Kippur night, my brother R'Berish, a great scholar, walked out of the synagogue to go home, and in the yard of the synagogue he was struck on his head by an iron bar. He fell down unconscious and died the next evening, after the end of Yom-Kippur Day. The entire town mourned him.
My father asked his dead son to promise him that he would let him know, by a dream, who had killed him. And so it was. My brother came to my father in his dream and informed him who the murderer was: to our great sorrow it was a Jew. My father went to that Jew, who soon confessed that in the dark he thought it was a thief and he hit him this is the story told by our people in town.
There were 6 sons and 4 daughters in our family. The sons Avraham and Mordechai live in Tel Aviv; David, Yerachmiel, Berish and the 4 daughters perished. When my father remained alone in his elderly years, I brought him, in 1936, to Tel Aviv.
In Tel Aviv he was always busy studying. In 1940 he died, after a long illness, at the age of 80 years, on the holiday of Shavuot. According to his request he was buried on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem.
My brother-in-law Hershel Kalushiner married my sister Chana before WWI. He owned a large store of tobacco products and in 1916 he left Jadow and opened a dry-goods store in Warsaw, on Genshe Street. The store was very successful and in the years of the Second World War he was considered one of the greatest merchants in Warsaw.
Hershel Kalushiner has also built a house in Tel Aviv. Every winter
he would come on vacation to Eretz Israel with his wife, sometimes with his only son. When the Germans occupied Warsaw, my brother-in-law fled to Bialystok, which was under Soviet rule. But when the Russians wanted to send him to Siberia, he ran back to the Warsaw ghetto.
He perished at the last Aktzia in Warsaw, together with his wife Chana and his only son Zev.
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